A Horizon full of Ferris Wheels

A beautiful, stunning horizon full of ferris wheels. Telling stories from all over the world. Stories of love, despair, hate, fun, conflicts, depression, passion and adventure. Trying to get to the horizon is taking some time it seems an endless walk, whereby the eyes only capture the image of the wheels. The feet feel the heet below, the stones that cut through the shoes, the steep landscape and the wind that hasn't chosen yet, in which direction he wants to blow. Yet the focus keeps to highten its density, keeps pointing its destiny and hurting the "I".
Finally arriving at one wheel I  cannot seem to find its entrance. There, one door is open. Entering, leaning against the thin door, waiting for it to move.
How high will it take me? What views will I get? How far will I see?
Fearing the disappointment, I wonder if I should exit already, or go with the flow.
It moves, an amazing light, a beautiful view, a warm wind. I feel the happiness returning to my "I", knocking at my soul. The sun sets, it is dark and it is getting cold. I need to keep moving in order to keep myself warm. Sun rise brings new hope, new strenght, new adventurous views. Realzing that ones at the top the view can only get worse...I wonder if I should jump?


At the top...time stands still. Thoughts turn to chocolate. Wishes to waves.


The wheel moves, it is time to go down. Same views carry no surprises, how much I had hoped to make time stop and to enjoy these beautiful moments at the top. Slowly going down, my sanity returns, telling me it was just a dream. Views are dependent not only on the scenery, but also on the wheather and the light. We can't control the moments of beautiful views. Realizing that the scenery can be so disappointing when you'd hoped to be proven wrong. Hoped you'd be surprised by the endless moments who seemed so pure, so pretty so pitoresque. When reality returns and screams at you "Wake Up!" those moments only exist during your ferris wheel rides, they''ll always change and once you reach the top, you'll soon reach the bottom.


What beautiful, stunning horizon full of fake ferris wheels.

If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies

So many directions, so many winds, currents and options.

Our lives are full of changes. Wanted ones and unwanted ones. They come and go, just as a song has its flow.

An end is always a new beginning. A change always brings new options. The question is when do we know, where to go? When will we realise when the time has come? How many signs do we need?

Being seduced by ones own curiosity and longing to experience something new...can be like a drug from which

one needs to let go.

But, what if the drug turns out to be the healing medicine one was always waiting for?

Sometimes we wake up and realize we cannot go on working our way though the pressures of every day work and life. Sometimes we break down and are in desperate need of rest, of breathing of finding out WHO we are and WHAT we want to do with our lives.

Dreaming our way through life and waking up in our dreams only to realize that we havent actually lived our happiness to the full extent..is a notion I do not intent to feel.

Sometimes we only realize what we had, when it is already gone. Sometimes we hold on to something, because we feel it is the right thing to do, not because we want to.

We fear and long for changes. Time is the current to drive the change. Changes ride on those waves...sometimes they break very early out in the sea and sometimes they are brought all the way to the shore.

Satisfaction is a strange and difficult notion to understand and control. We all have wishes, longings and urges that we need and want to satisfy.

If nothing every changed there'd be no butterflies!

Narkose des Glücks

So leicht

So schön

So unverschämt vertraut

So vergänglich

Wenn ich könnte

Wenn ich wüsste

Wenn ich dürfte

Wenn ich nur wüsste

Ich weiß

Das ich nicht weiß

Ich weiß nicht

Das ich wissen werde

Festhalten will ich

Den Moment

Den Moment will ich

Umarmen, drücken, küssen

Wach-

Durch den Traum spazieren

Träumend-

Durch die Realität tanzen

Wenn ich könnte

Wenn ich wüsste

Wenn ich dürfte

Wenn ich nur wüsste